Where Are You Going Next?

Monday: Front Desk Staff: "Where are you going next?"

Tuesday: Front Desk Staff: "Where are you going next?"

Wednesday: Housekeeper: "Where are you going next?"

Monday: Myself: "We don't know."

Tuesday: Myself: "We don't know."

Wednesday: Myself: "We don't know."

The fact remains that we don't know. And I don't want to. This is something so foreign to everyone I know that it's both amusing and slightly appalling. This is our life. It's not something I really think about...other than realizing that after 3 months, my body even starts to ask me..."Come on...it's time to go..." And we do. Yet, almost everyday, there is at least one person who is compelled to ask where we might head next. Pull out your map of the United States. Toss a dart. You have a better idea doing that then we ever will. Contracts come and go. Locations pop in and out. In one day, Hawaii, Maine, and Colorado may all call. Then we move to Montana.

Somewhere, in Pennsylvania, we have a storage locker. Inside is everything we own. But it's not with us. There is no furniture. No rent to pay. No car insurance to bother with. No heating or electrical bills. There is, however, an entire country full of possibilities...new people...strange sights...and truck stops. There are 36-hour road trips. There is sleeping in the car...curled up on the floor. There are suitcases...and suitcases...and more suitcases. There is timing out buying shampoo and toothpaste and brushes...all last 3 months...and I never have to pack the little things. This is a pay-as-you-go life. I love it.

This is our life. And the musings of 2 wandering wolves...